Thomas Kinkade St. Nicholas Circle

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shouldn't of. It's – it's not right to,' he stuttered.
'Are you from around these parts, young man?' said Granny.
He dropped to his knees. 'Mad Wolf, ma'am,' he said. He stared back at the fallen captain. 'They'll kill me now!' he wailed.
'But you did what you thought was naked under the blanket. She rocked him vaguely and stared at nothing.
Nanny Ogg examined the two corpses with the air of one for whom laying-out holds no fears.
'Perhaps they were bandits,' said Magrat tremulously.
Nanny shook her head.. Being a ghost seemed to require considerably more mental effort than being alive; he'd managed quite well for forty years without having to think more than once or twice a day, and now he was doing it all me time.
'Ah,' he said. 'You're a ghost, too.'
'Well spotted.'